“We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.”

The grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.

That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is..

The program for this evening is not new. You’ve seen this entertainment through and through.

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun.

People cluster to TV, soap operas, movies, theater, pop idols and they have wild emotion over symbols. But in the reality of their own lives, they’re emotionally dead.

Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I’ll give you love unfolding.

My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.

Blood is the rose of mysterious union.

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day! The day’s divinity! First thing you see!!

Most people love you for who you pretend to be.

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.

The time to hesitate is through.

The Night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest.

Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.

A kind of electric wedding. We hide ourselves in the music to reveal ourselves.

Violence isn’t always evil. What’s evil is the infatuation with violence.

The truth is scary, but knowing nothing is crippling.

I have to say that after chemotherapy, Barbara Boxer just isn’t that scary anymore.

It felt scary because there was no auditioning, no rehearsing.

All the gossip and craziness becomes a kind of sustained narrative which, in turn, can become history. It’s scary.

Who knows when Donald Trump will have a press conference? Maybe he’s just going to stay in Trump Tower and issue tweets – you know, gold-plated tweets to the American people. It’s scary.

I invite people to examine their lives without negativity, knowing that it’s scary, but that not doing it is even scarier.

We built walls around them with slits through which to fire arrows at scary, cross-eyed rural people, and brought our food and family inside because they were the safest places to be.

It’s a scary word, ‘cancer.’